The love I have learned from loves given to me,
         brought to me with shining gestures, and rotating gently,
         this love—brought with me intact from my childhood
         into this present fractured adult life—
         swells uncertainly within me.
         I was relishing the future and the past.
         My life—here it was present at last,
         a decorated song sung in a sentimental voice,
         happy, willing at last to concede now
         that I am all I need now.

         Mightily, assuredly, you stood in front of me with grandeur and grace.
         The patterns of the stars were held in your face,
         the universe behind you.
         The sun arose simply at your command, for me.
         And I was leading, following, fixed and free.
         How I was loved then—
         I was coddled and tender and young then.
         In the softness of the rooms around me I was safe and warm.
         The songs circled around me, brought me closer to the day I
              found you—
         I found life because I learned a harmony for every love given to me.
         And when final chords fade I still will have these loves—
         our loves—to hold to.

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